The Penn's Grove record., 1887-07-16

uluiSol do QulChIy DIS pO5-
| sible and somewhat rudely from his
| lovely burden, he stood gazing at Miss
I Emory in blank amazement, mutterlng
to himself, swell, I'm blowedl'' and
sundry other CALCULATIONS expressive of
his establishment at this unprecedented
and unlocked for procedure on the part
of one whom he regarded as a total
stranger.
"Now, my fine woman, what's the
meaning of all this? Whose house do
you think this Is, anyway? Where is
my wife and daughter"
Miss Emory shrank back and gazed
at him IN horror, exclalming: HES
intoxicated Penny's intoxicated
| James, put him outI"
James made his appearance and eyed
Mr.. Pevensey fnrtively, but made no
movement toward carrying out the
order, evidently fearing that he would
not be equal to the task.
30, it's all right" said Mr.. Peyen-
sey. "Ill go, but I'll come back, and,
what's more, with the arm of the law"
Saying which, Mr.. Pevensey, holding
his own arm aloft to emphasize and
illustrate his words, strobe from the
apartment.
1t is PLAIN to the reader by this time
that the ghost had executed his strange
purpose, and to Mr.. Pevensey's ex-
treme bewilderment.
A well-dressed young woman passed
him at a corner where he stood gazing
vacantly and furtively about him whom
he recognized at ono as his daughter.
He started after her rapidly, at the
same time calling to her to stop. She
turned hurriedly and looked at him,
then walked faster, and as he increased
his pace and seemed determined to
oSertake her she gave 4 scream and in
a moment Mr.. Pevensey was roughly
seized by a passing policeman and
borne away in spite of his protestations
that it was his daughter. and he merely
wanted to speak with her a moment.
His suilen manner was not softened rs
he was thrust into the somewhat mar
row and uncomfortable room appointed
FOR such characters at the station
house and informed that his trial
would occur at nine o'clock n the
morning.
AS on the previous morning, Mr..
Pevensey was awakened by a Sunbeam
streaming on his face; but instead of
sitting through the rich curtains of his
own apartments as it did then, It slant
ed between the rusty bars of an ordi-
nary cell. He surveyed the surround
ings with even more wonder than he
did before, and as he realized where
he was and caught the offensive odor
of stale beer which pervaded the at.
mosphere of the cells, he began to b3
indignant. Then the truth began to
dawn on his mind and the episode with
his old friend Pembroke REQUIRED to
him like a nightmare, while his con-
fused recol!ections of seeing Miss
Emory somewhere, and a dim idea that
he had offended her, did not add to the
pleasure Of his thoughts. However,
there was nothing to do but wait for
the iaIlor to come to HIM. Nine O'Clock
came at last, and, humiliatIng as it
was, he had to go through the regular
form of examination; and when at last
he was set at liberty-having paid his
fine and listened impatiently to the sage
counsel of the magistrate-he turned
his steps toward his residence once
more, Illuminating on the way with
frowniiIg brows. He applied his key
and entered as usual. The first thing
that attracted his notice was a deli
cately tinted, perfumed note lying on
the table. He flushed slightly, picked
it up and read the following:
Mr.. PEvENsEY: After what &C.
Cured last night you a hardly expect
me to regard you as l should my future
husband; therefore l release you from
all claims l may have had upon y0u,
and wish you to regard me hereafter
merely as a friend.
MAY EMORY.
He stared at it for a few moments,
and happening to glance up, his eyes
encountered the doubtful figure Of his
unearthly termentor, Pembroke. Grab
bling a book from the table he hurled 1t
with all his might at PembroKe's head,
but the missile merely passed through
and beyond it as If there had been
nothing there.
"Hal hal' cackled Pembroke.
There's no use in your trying that,
Pen; Pm nothing but a spirit, you
knowp'
"Confound you for a knave of his
| Satanic Majesty's Tenth Legion, :" then
replied Pevensay, in bafied rage.
"Come, come now, Pen, l didn't
mean to. didn't want to in fact, you
know you made inc do it. Be reason
able, Penl"
"ReasonableI" he cried lerce!y; ''be
reasonablel Yes, that's good. l must
s2y-klnd Of you to sit there, knowing
1 can't shoot you or kick you ii | try,
having deliberately ruined my name III
town and caused a break between us.
You know whom l mean"
sat least, then, hear me out, Pen,
for l can't linger here much longer; l
must be back at Jupiter at precisely
noon, and it is eleven now, you see.
Now, Pen, Pm sorry this has happened
as 1t has, but if you will go to Miss
Emory and explain the matter to her,
lay all the blame on can stand it,
you know-she is too sensible a girl
not to forgive you. Trust me, Pen,
and try it."
With these words the thin visitor
became thinner still, and soon vas
quite dissolved.
Mr.. Pevensey gazed at the chair
which he had lately occupied for some
moments blankly, and then medltated:
II might as we'll after all DO as he sug-
gested. 1t can't be any worse than it
is now" Accordingly, after making
an elaborate toilet, he repaired to Miss
Emory's house, from which, some hours
later, he came forth, walking with an
elastic step and smiling serenely, al
though it must be confessed his necktie
and coat collar were rather d~isordered.
And ever to this day Mrs. PeVensey is
not certain whether her husband was
really under the influence of Pembroke
or whiskey.
Soap as "a Civilizcr.